Tom Rogic is…. A found poem to the man from the fan

Midday in sunny Glasgow on September 10, 2016. Tom Rogic strolls on to the perfectly manicured pitch at Celtic Park. The occasion is the Old Firm derby. The ground is a cauldron of noise. The referee blows his whistle to start the game.

Over the course of the next hour, random people take to Twitter and attempt to describe watching Tom Rogic to their followers…to the world.

I notice that many of these tweets start with the same three words, “Tom Rogic is.”

I begin to copy and paste “Tom Rogic is” tweets in chronological order and it starts taking the shape of a poem.

At 1.10pm, in the 54th minute, Tom Rogic walked off the perfectly manicured pitch at Celtic Park.
The result. A found poem of football fan consciousness.

Tom Rogic is…

Tom Rogic is a baller Tom Rogic is a superstar
Tom Rogic is an absolute beast

Tom Rogic is a class above the rest in this match Tom Rogic is a class apart from everyone on that pitch

Tom Rogic is the new Jesus Tom Rogic is a fucking dream TOM ROGIC IS ACTUALLY SOMETHING ELSE

Tom Rogic is frighteningly goodTom Rogic is fucking unreal Tom Rogic is just too much

The last line reflects the widespread belief in referees being members of a Masonic conspiracy against the Celts, hence One more up for the (Orange) lodge.

There is another story about refs being members of the legal profession. One such queried how supporters knew he was a lawyer, because every time he appeared they sang, ‘Who’s the barrister in the black?’